English Libretto or Translation:

Aria Cesare

Auras, deh, out of pityblow my chest,to give comfort, oh god!to my pain.Say, where it is, what it doesthe idol of my sen,the beloved and sweet wellof this cor.But every round I see themscattered arms and extinctthe injured arenas,sign of inauspicious announcement to the end.

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